The two men decided to haul it inside, confident and hopeful that they would be able to fill their bags with as many supplies as possible. The thinking of having two hands on the task assured them they could be in and out in a hurry.
Unfortunately for them, it was not to be.
It wasn't so bad at first. The rotting limbs of the dead don't allow them to sprint. Not like the movies, so they were never going to be on the scene particularly fast.
Andrew and David busted down the glass door, nearly breaking it in the process, and entered the market. Predictably, many of the supplies inside were either expired and no good or completely gone. However, there were some diamonds in the rough.
Andrew skimmed down the stores aisles, picking up a few cans and some cereal boxes which were somehow still containing edible cereal.
David raided the front end, checking cash registers, offices, and anything out of the way, hoping that it would've averted the eyes of looters who would have been in a similar predicament as himself and Andrew. While he found plenty of money, he was not as successful as his comrade, and only came away with a small selection of utility trinkets, including a monkey wrench, a hammer, box cutter and a bottle of water, somehow untouched.
But the dead would wait no longer. The duo had made a lot of noise, between Andrew's gun and kicking down the door as they did. Unfortunately, they never bothered to seal the door particularly tight, which allowed the dead to enter seamlessly.
Conveniently for David, his eyes were on the door before the dead came in. Just a couple rotters at first, so he was able to crouch behind a conveyer belt, hidden from view.
Andrew, on the other hand, was totally out in the open, scavenging in the middle of an aisle. The dead noticed him immediately. At first, there were just a couple, but there were definitely more. Based on the background noise, consisting of grunts, groans, growls and other inhumane sounds, there had to be a least a dozen, if not more. Andrew didn't have the rounds to kill them all. To make matters worse, the back door was thoroughly barricaded; no chance there'd be enough time to free it to allow them to escape that way.
Andrew, pistol drawn, stared down the zombies pouring into the market, somewhat afraid.
What will Andrew do?
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